Luyện nghe bài hát Ridin' Rims 4bricks

[Dame Dash +
How rich y'all wanna be? (Franchize!)
You be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!)
You wanna be a (10 Hoe!)
Nigga you be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)
I be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)

I got them for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

Dash]
Nigga I hustle, nigga I get money!
I can get money anything!

I got bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

Dash]
Nigga I really do my
Kind of fuckin hustlers are

yeah...
I'm in that tip (Tip)
And my home
Blew an ounce of kush (Kush)
In my john jones
I got the for the low (Low)
smokin plenty optimos
Tryna make a flip, like my patna Maceo
I'm shinin on my haters, deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a blocks....
(all man, I need a fo, a duece)
It started in that temp, flippin by them O-Z's

On the hill wit that from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill order
what you wanna order?
06' Nino Brown, flip the into the carter
Rebirth! cut out my four-ways
I purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the
I one down, and the rest goin for the high

I got bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

[Dame
Now see I the shit these niggaz is talkin
Real hustla's recognize real hustla's
That's why I'm wit em, Hey!

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the
I'm posted on the block til the sun go

[Dame
I got houses in continents nigga!
Nigga I did my in London, remember that?
is wrong wit ya'll?!?

[Jizzal
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the general
Bricks lined up like, cars at a
I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and
My workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta
My money come in (Stacks)
And I just how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin a Honda man
You'll never know it's me, but a got the work holmes
I it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone
so sweet (Sweet)
And I'm dealin wit tha
They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my
Supplyin', towns, little counters, in the projects
Tryna double my money up, the block, wit a profit
For you that like to pop (Pop)
You know I got pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work
I got my own bizness, I this shit tha Franchize!

I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

Dash + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a million dollars and think they it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I made my first million when I was a (Dipset! Byrdgang..)

I got them bricks for the high and the by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

[Jim
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
fuck it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin a K's up in Stroker's (Right...)
Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Life!)
I'm so icy, and I they like me (Like Me)
Seven Jeans saggin, cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got they poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the when the ride droppin

Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more than a curb, Fuck wit me! (Westside! Aye fuck wit me)
I'm iced out, and snow, like an eskimo
And the show's slow (Show's slow)
I cook blow (Extra blow)
Put the whip on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can make it get stiff, like dead
my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater)
And ya bank account? shit, that's my fare (Pocket Fare)
on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear)
I can beat it my....
I treat the like Tina, And I beat it like I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the
I ride wit chickens like I came from a farm man

I got them bricks for the and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the til the sun go down....

[Dame
You see how I get wit the get down
Nigga I got a car for everyday of the
And two other cars for the weekends, fuck is wrong wit you?!?

I got them for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm on the block til the sun go down....

[Dame
Fuck is wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!
I sold muthafuckin music, that shit was easy!!
Started and sold it!!
I can get in fashion, that shit was nuthin!!
In five years I started that shit, sold my for Thirty Million!!!
And let's what the fuck is gonna be now!!!